The winding mountain path ends at a sheer, grey cliff. To your left is a drop, the tops of pine and cedar trees reaching for your feet. To your right is the mountainside. Here, it is unscalable. Behind you is the narrow path.
You approach the cliff and…
- … say “Open, Sesame.”
- … pound the cliff with your hammer.
- … attempt to walk through it – it’s obviously an illusion.
- … withdraw down the path.